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she knew she should be more cautious, but she buried it deeper and leaned up for more kisses.
    Her hand buried itself in his thick hair and pulled him toward her hungry mouth. “Anything, anything you want, show me,” she pleaded. He pulled her up and started removing her clothing. His hungry eyes feasted on her bountiful breasts, and he unsnapped the bra clip himself, anxious to unwrap her body for his eyes. He grabbed a handful of her hair and led her into the hall and down a set of steps into a very modern spa room. His fist let go of her hair. “Go into that room. When you are ready, come out and lie down on the daybed. I will be back soon, so no wasting too much time or I will have to punish you for taking more time than you really need.” After that stern warning, he smacked her ass and walked back the way they had come from.
    Dizzy stood in that spot. What had she gotten herself into? She looked around and quickly identified the small steam room, the hot tub, and a massage table. The daybed was on the far wall. Hmm, not much to worry about here. She followed his directions and went into a Dizzy’s Story
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    large bathroom. This is good. With the way her cunt was gushing creamy juices since she first met him, she was happy to be able to thoroughly wash the drying liquids from her thighs and pussy. She finished undressing and reached for the razor on the shelf. Why not?
    She wanted something new and shivered at the memory of his voice telling her how he wanted to please her. She almost dropped the razor when she heard music start.
    She had read many erotic romances and loved the things. In almost all of them the dominant male played classical music as he tormented his submissive into the best sex of her life. This was not classical. This music was death metal. Angry and discordant, it was not her first choice of music genre. She actually was a closet country-and-western fan. Her favorite was just mainstream R & B. But she did listen to metal for no other reason than to be able to say she did. She turned on the shower and made certain the water was warm enough to loosen her tight nerves. This better be worth all the trouble I am going through, she told herself. She started listening to the music and was shocked to hear words in the unfettered tune. Like subliminal messages, the words made her sit up and pay attention.
    “Tonight will be a ‘lay you down, tie you up, and fuck you’ night, baby. I’m gonna stick you to the wall and fuck, lick, and suck you, baby. When I got you tied and roped, you will be mine forever, baby.”
    She had to listen closely to the music to hear the words because they got quieter. The words and the music together really made her nerves jump. When she could discern no more lyrics, she hopped into the shower and lathered up her body. Abusing the showerhead was not appealing right now. Making herself orgasm before the actual fact seemed like cheating. So she finished her shower quickly.
    She wrapped herself in a large, fluffy bath sheet and went into the spa room. The daybed seemed out of place in the room, but she lay down and relaxed on the comfortable mattress. She could feel her vaginal muscles pulling tightly, the promise of sexual satisfaction making her body prepare itself in anticipation. She must have dozed a 18
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    bit, and she woke to the view of a naked male chest next to the bed.
    She smiled at Jon’s handsome face and let her eyes travel over his muscled chest and arms.
    Hmm, now this was worth all the trouble of preparing for . She especially liked the nipple jewelry in a gold-and-black color. Leaning toward his chest, she could see the little crossbones, unusual without the normal skull accompanying the pirate logo. But she liked it. The dark line of hair starting between his pecs and then trailing down into his sweats made her mouth water just imagining her lips following that trail. He stood quietly, letting her check out the goods.
    Jon joined her on the